"But think of the fun you are missing!"
"To be frank with you, I am not missing very much fun. I was at a dance last night, and the novelty begins to pall."
"At least, then, you will admit that I have proved a diversion."
"It will cost me nothing to admit that; but I think you are rude not to tell me right away who you are."
She looked out of the blurred windows. Her profile was beautiful to contemplate, and perhaps she knew it.
"Why don't you seek a footman," she asked, after a pause, "and have him announce that you have found a slipper?"
"Have you no more regard for romance than that?"
"You said that I was twenty-four years old. I have less regard for romance than for propriety."
"There you go again, battening down the hatches of convention! I am becoming discouraged."